the next day.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhuchuan opened his eyes.

At nine o'clock, I washed my hair and took a shower, then sat in front of the mirror to pose. As I fiddled with my hair, I glanced at myself in the mirror, holding a comb and studying how I had done my bangs. I was slightly stunned, then realized that I was possessed by a demon, and threw the comb away in anger.

At half past ten, I sat on the sofa in the living room, letting my mind wander and sneezing.

At ten forty-five, I got up as if I remembered something and got myself a cup of coffee.

At eleven o'clock, the doorbell rang on time. The man sitting on the sofa stood up with his eyes twitching, holding his coffee. After a pause, he quickly walked to the entrance controller and opened the big iron gate outside - the door of his home, which was nearby, was also opened a crack. He watched coldly as the brown Alaskan dog wagged its tail and used its big head to arch the crack, and then squeezed out like a loach impatiently.

After a while, the dog came back, followed by a man.

He opened the door a little calmly, and Zhao Chuan raised his eyelids. For the first time in so many days, he took a serious look at the person standing outside the door: the person was only slightly higher than Zhao Chuan's shoulder height, with short hair and a pretty face. It would be difficult to find her in a crowd of people. What was rare was that her eyes were bright and clear. At this moment, she was carefully holding a folder in her arms, on which was written the words "Publishing Contract for "Luohe Divine Book"".

——This is the silly and stubborn little moderator.

——A person who has lived in peace with his disguise and maintained a pure friendship with him for three years.

Zhuchuan was silent for a moment, then he moved his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's the porridge?"

First Li: “?”

Looking down at the freshly brewed black coffee in his hand, the corners of Zhaochuan's lips twitched: "Forget it."

First Li: “???”

Zhuochuan: "Come in."

Zhuochuan stepped aside, still with a stern face, and watched coldly as Chu Li, who seemed even more uneasy than before, hunched over and walked into the house, changed into slippers, and sat down obediently on the sofa. During this series of actions, Chu Li was still holding the folder in her hands, as if she was holding a precious treasure, until Zhuochuan reminded her to put the folder down.

Chu Li raised her head and looked at the man in confusion, as if she hadn't figured out why she was sitting there yet - if Zhuo Chuan hadn't been staring at her without blinking, she almost wanted to take out her cell phone to confirm whether the text message she received last night was a beautiful illusion caused by her excessive obsession.

Chu Li: "What did you say?"

Zhuochuan: "I said, put down the folder, A-choo!"

Chu Li: "Teacher, you haven't recovered from your cold yet?"

Zhuochuan: "Did you buy me medicine?"

Chu Li: “Ah?”

Zhuochuan: "Then don't ask."

…………Is this idiot looking the person who claimed that he would work hard to sell his books and strive to print 200,000 copies in the future?

Is it possible, my friend?

Zhu Chuan was troubled to find that he had memorized the lousy cake she drew. How stupid! He put down his coffee cup and rubbed his temples. Zhu Chuan sat down on another sofa: "How can I sign for you if you don't put it down?"

Chu Li blinked, revealing a dreamy expression. After a few seconds, as if waking from a dream, her black pupils lit up: "Are you really willing to sign this contract with me?"

Chu Chuan: “Yes.”

After signing this agreement, I will think carefully about severing ties with you.

Chu Li: “Why?”

Because unfortunately you have the evidence against me.

It concerns Lao Tzu's lifelong reputation.

Zhuo Chuan's heart was bleeding, but he lied calmly on the surface: "Because I think what you said yesterday makes sense. My books will sell well, and "Luohe Divine Book" is indeed my masterpiece. I am very confident in my own strength and your publishing house's distribution capabilities. After thinking about it, I feel that I should not be entangled in a mere first print run. As you said, if the book sells well, I can print it once or even twice. I will get the royalties regardless of how much it sells."

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li: “Right!”

Chu Li: "I'm glad you figured it out!!!"

Chu Li showed a dreamy expression again, and was so excited that she even said "you" - until she handed the folder that was almost warm in her arms to the man, and watched him open the pen and was about to write -

Chu Li: "Teacher, are you left-handed?"

Zhuo Chuan was slightly startled, raised his head and looked at his left hand holding the pen, and smiled sarcastically as if he remembered something, then calmly switched the pen to his right hand, signed his name in the signature area of ​​the folder with very beautiful handwriting, and whispered, "I can use both hands."

If this man doesn't have a cold, his voice should be very nice, right?

After signing the contract, Zhuochuan threw away the pen and handed the contract back to Chuli. At this point, Chuli still couldn't believe that she actually convinced Zhuochuan to sign this contract!

When Zhuochuan closed the folder and handed it back to her, she took the folder and just thanked him. She also asked, "Teacher, how can I thank you?"

Zhuo Chuan stood up and was stretching his waist. He paused when he heard the words, turned his head and glanced at her lightly, and said lightly: "Forget it."

A bowl of porridge is just talk, what a cool little girl.

Not knowing that she was labeled as "cold-blooded" just because of a bowl of porridge, Chu Li stood up, bowed slightly to Zhechuan, and then turned around happily to leave this place where she had come three times in three consecutive days. When she left, she touched the head of the big dog following her and flicked its ears - when she raised her head, she glanced at the still open door and saw the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing with his mobile phone...

Looking at the broad shoulders with his back to the entrance door, Chu Li secretly made up her mind that the big cake had been drawn, and she must sell this book to Zhuochuan.

...Zhao Chuan naturally didn't know about her secret determination and didn't care about it. At this moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed and shaking his legs, and he used the food delivery app to order a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge for himself.

…

On the way back to the publishing house, Chu Li walked briskly.

Sitting on the bus, the corners of her lips were raised all the time. In line with the principle of sharing good things, she turned on her phone and left a message to someone who had been classified as "missing" in the past ten hours -

[The water army hired by Monkey: That big guy agreed! Now I can finally tell you, that big guy is Zhuo Chuan! Yes, that Zhuo Chuan!!! I, Monkey, visited Zhuo Chuan three times and finally moved Zhuo Chuan with my sincere heart. He finally agreed to sign this crappy contract that sounded like a scam!!!

Oh my God!

I was so happy that I didn’t know what to say. Sitting on the bus, I felt like Xia Yuhe who had died and revived again. For a moment, my knees almost gave way and I fell on his lap, crying: “Thank you, Daddy!!!”

Sent.

This time the other party remained silent for a long time.

It was so long that Chu Li thought he was still a missing person, when suddenly his cell phone vibrated. Chu Li quickly grabbed the phone and took a look -

[The disappeared Mr. L: Congratulations. 】

[The disappeared Mr. L: He actually captured Chuchuan. 】

At this time Chu Li was still immersed in great surprise and sudden happiness, and did not notice that Mr. L's tone was slightly strange. She just laughed and asked Mr. L to keep the secret of taming the wild horse Zhuchuan a secret for her, and promised that if he did a good enough, she would give him an autographed photo of Zhuchuan in the future.

…

On this side of the chat box, the air was filled with irritating milky white tobacco smoke.

The man took his hands off the phone keyboard, exited the chat software, and turned on the front camera of the phone. He saw a familiar face on the screen. At this time, there was a sneer on that face that could not be hidden.

Signed photo?

I have ten thousand of them. If I’m happy, I can stick them all over the head of my bed without repeating any of them.

Zhuchuan: “…”

…………………………Ah, I feel so bad when I think about the fact that my masterpiece, which I have worked so hard on, is ruined in an instant, and I will have to continue to serve as a stepping stone for other authors at the top of the pyramid until the next "masterpiece" comes out.

It's so bad that even tobacco can't save it.

The man opened various chat apps on his phone and started looking through his friend list, thinking seriously: Who should I bully for fun?

After choosing and choosing, my finger finally stopped at the name "The Monkey's Navy", and then my hand trembled...

Blocked her.